Prompt: “You’re the high school sweetheart from the previous prompt. Write your reply to the breakup note”
I don’t even know where to start. Where to begin. I’m not even sure if I know what I want to say. I want to be angry at you, I want to be mad, I want to feel something. Instead I just feel kind of numb. I’d take anything, even the tears over this feeling.
I’m sure it’ll sink in soon, and then I will want to be angry, I’ll want to rage, to hit something or smash things up. I want to say I’m surprised, but I don’t think I am. I think I knew in my gut something was coming, that you weren’t happy.
If I thought I could I’d try to change your mind, but you’re stubborn. Once you set your mind to something it’s pretty much impossible to get you to change it. I wish you’d have told me sooner, maybe we could have worked things out. I’d have given you the white wedding, the white picket fence, the 2.4 kids.
But I guess you knew that, you knew that I’d give up everything, make myself miserable just to please you. And I know that you’d hate yourself for that. So I’m sorry, and thank you. And I guess I’ll probably see you the next time I come home, if only to collect my stuff from our (well I guess it’s yours now) apartment.
For now, goodbye.